Call Me M.O.M. - Maker of Magic

Maker of Magic

Bringing back the glory—yeah, that’s my thing.
Full cycle, full circle—had a mom, became a mom—
now I’m standing here, loving all the moms.
But let’s get real for a second:
"Why not me?" say the suits in corner offices,
their voices louder, their paychecks larger,
but they’ll never hold this kind of power.

I bought the supplies.
Craft kits and courage. Band-Aids and dreams.
And yeah, I rescued hundreds—kids, cats, situations,
countless disasters tied with a messy bow.
Why did I ever doubt myself?
My body is my superpower.
This machine is built for healing—
medicine mama, magic hands.
Take the pain away, Mama!
Because if I don’t, who will?

365 days of grind turned into 5 minutes of thanks—
and that sucked.
Pandemic Mama, working overtime for free—
where was my bonus, huh?
Who’s clocking my hours while I hold the world together?
Getting it right 100%?
Don’t even start—
it’s a head fuck when you’re dealing with
little humans who have minds of their own…

and mid size humans who have dreams of their own…

and grown humans who have plans of their own.

Regrets? Nah, well, maybe.
Some small ones, like letting the coffee go cold,
or missing the me I used to know.
But forget that—
here’s the real talk.
The tips, the truth, the scars we hide,
the things we never say out loud.
Like, how reinvention is the game.

Because every single day, I’m shaping something new.
Maker of magic, alchemist of love,
a builder of worlds where others see rubble.
This is me—
and I dare anyone to try to take this crown.